...my version....
As the blood begins to gush out the side of your neck.
I thrust my cold steel into your face.
You're closer to death.
You must die for me to survive for I believe in sacrifice.
I slice with my knife to open your body.
It is now deprived.
But it is a body that I'll enjoy.
For I do not like your body cooked.
I prefer it raw.
Oh, beautiful tomatos.
In a salad your body resides...
AlOmega